Forward: The Forbidden Magazine review you are about to witness may very well startle you. It would not have been possible, otherwise, to sufficiently emphasize the frightful toll of the new thrashing death metal menace which is destroying the youth of America in alarmingly increasing numbers. Cannabis Corpse is that drug – a violent narcotic – an unspeakable scourge! The real Public Enemy #1!!

When the group (featuring Municipal Waste bassist, Phil “Landphil” Hall) formed in 2006, it’s initial, resin-caked mission statement probably consisted of one goal: to thrash everyone’s heads clean off their shoulders with lightning-fast, sledgehammer-punching death metal in which each song title was a parody of a different Cannibal Corpse song. Take for instance, the band’s first two full-length releases: 2006’s Blunted At Birth and 2008’s Tube Of The Resinated, containing such incriminating song titles as “I Cum Bud“, “Mummified in Bongwater“, and “Disposal of the Baggy“. Upon the knowledge of the band‘s apparent sense of humor, it may be easy to assume a potential punch-line to all of this. But use caution, ladies and gentlemen! Cannabis Corpse is not something to be blindly ignored! Excessive exposure to the riffs may cause an incessant desire to thrash about one’s house with a fully-loaded bong in-hand, smashing everything within blurry sight. The vocals alone could easily send the unsuspecting listener into an unstoppable head-banging rampage, resulting in a sense of true, old-school metal-head euphoria!

Relentless in their conquest for total world-inhalation, Cannabis Corpse have just proclaimed to the world that they are indeed here for our youth. Dear reader, please understand. Your sons and daughters could very well be firing up a bowl and moshing it up as you read these words of warning! For you see, the band has just launched another barrage of red-eyed death metal tributes to the infamous “mean green”. The new full-length, Beneath Grow Lights Thou Shalt Rise (Tankcrimes) once again gives the listener flashbacks of what many call the early nineties death metal heyday, when bands like the aforementioned Cannibal Corpse were leading our youth down a path of complete hairnado-inspiring bongrippery! Not only that, but the record steps up the threat four-hundred and twenty notches when it adds to the parody equation the likes of Deicide and the glory days of Morbid Angel. Recorded by “Landphil” and mixed by former Morbid Angel guitarist, Erik Rutan at Mana Studios, the entire album exhales a vibe of DIY death metal aggression and presents a threat to the world’s children in that it just simply cannot be listened to just once. Yes, hearing one note of a single buzz saw riff, one second of Andy “Weedgrinder” Horn’s guttural growls of ganja-fueled destruction could very well be all it takes to pull the listener in forever. Songs like “Lunatic of Pot‘s Creation“, “Chapel of Bowls”, “Dead by Bong” and “Slave to the Chron” are all permeated with the enticing promise of aromatic spliffs and perpetual, sweat-drenched death-mosh madness!

Mark these words as forewarning, fine citizens! Unlike many parody-fueled bands before them, Cannabis Corpse are packing a punch as sincere and effective as the most potent bowl full of what is often referred to on the street as nugs! If their stark reality will make you think, will make you aware that something must be done to wipe out this ghastly menace, then this review will not have failed in its purpose. Because the dread Cannabis Corpse may be reaching forth next for your son or daughter….or yours….or YOURS!